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Its dark, too dark and cold. I lie on bed deciding weather I should sleep or not. I decide positive and close my eyes. Images of blood on a white wall and a girl dead on the ground that looks too much like me start to run through my head. I open my eyes immediately and start stearing at the darkness once again. Is over a week that the nightmare keeps coming over and over every night taking from me the possibility of sleeping. I start thinking about the possibility of the dream to be some sort of prediction or something and my mouth goes dry.
A poem inspired by a well appreciated song I relate to very much. The song is so powerful that it has made me shed tears like crazy and has also created this beauty.
Ever wondered what happened to that girl that you bullied everyday?
it's basicaly a story about something like a study date but it's not . somethinge strange happpen's during the time that relates with the title
"Jasper, I know what you are. And you aren't alone."
Relief brushed over me when he paused in the middle of my drive way. He turned around. "What do you mean Fire?"
Two poems about your heart, and just about everyone else's too.
You never know when I may strike again, destroying your walls and burning your confidence, little by little without remorse, without any warning.
"Everything that we see is a shadow cast by that which we do not see"
~Martin Luther King, Jr.
This is a poem I wrote when I was actually quite happy, which explains why it ends on a good note.
I wanted to express what I have always felt at night, as I have been afraid of the dark since I was old enough to know what fear was (don't tell anyone.)
It's short, but I I hope that it conveys my message.
Its dark, too dark and cold. I lie on bed deciding weather I should sleep or not. I decide positive and close my eyes. Images of blood on a white wall and a girl dead on the ground that looks too much like me start to run through my head. I open my eyes immediately and start stearing at the darkness once again. Is over a week that the nightmare keeps coming over and over every night taking from me the possibility of sleeping. I start thinking about the possibility of the dream to be some sort of prediction or something and my mouth goes dry.
A poem inspired by a well appreciated song I relate to very much. The song is so powerful that it has made me shed tears like crazy and has also created this beauty.
Ever wondered what happened to that girl that you bullied everyday?
it's basicaly a story about something like a study date but it's not . somethinge strange happpen's during the time that relates with the title
"Jasper, I know what you are. And you aren't alone."
Relief brushed over me when he paused in the middle of my drive way. He turned around. "What do you mean Fire?"
Two poems about your heart, and just about everyone else's too.
You never know when I may strike again, destroying your walls and burning your confidence, little by little without remorse, without any warning.
"Everything that we see is a shadow cast by that which we do not see"
~Martin Luther King, Jr.
This is a poem I wrote when I was actually quite happy, which explains why it ends on a good note.
I wanted to express what I have always felt at night, as I have been afraid of the dark since I was old enough to know what fear was (don't tell anyone.)
It's short, but I I hope that it conveys my message.